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Tuesday, July 2, 2013

The Housekeeper - Chapter 4 (Part 3 of 3)

The Housekeeper

By Karen Singer

Chapter 4 (Part 3 of 3)

She left him
there, nude and on his back while she put things away again.When she came back, she was carrying more
rope and a sharp knife from the kitchen.Carol had been thinking about this next part the whole time she was
waxing his body smooth – and it really did look so much better now.This was going to be the fun part – for
her.This was the idea she had gotten
from the internet that she wanted to try.

She grabbed one
of the pieces of rope she had just brought in.“You better not give me any trouble!” she warned as she knelt down next
to his right arm.

“No, Miss
Carol.I promise,” he told her for the
thousandth time, praying that she would finally release him.

She pushed the
rope under his right arm and left it there.Roger felt a huge amount of disappointment wash through him as he
realized that he wasn’t going to be released yet.And he had promised!Carol worked at the knots holding his arm to
the wall.His struggles had only
tightened them, making the job much more difficult for her.Once she had that arm free though, she bent
his arm at the elbow, bringing his hand up to his shoulder.She quickly wrapped the rope several times
around both his lower and upper arm just under his armpit and tied it off.Then she cut the excess rope away with her
knife.

“But I promised,
Miss Carol,” he complained.“I’ll be
good!”

“And I’m making
sure that you’ll keep that promise,” she told him as she started untying his
other arm.Just as she had done with his
right arm, she now did the same with his left one, rendering them both
useless.He could wiggle his hands and
fingers, but unless he was trying to grab something attached to his shoulder,
his hands were basically useless.

Then it was time
for his legs.She untied his left leg,
but since he was lying on his back, she couldn’t bend it the way she needed
to.Pulling on it, she rolled him
completely over onto his stomach.Then
she bent his lower leg up against his thigh and tied it off like she had done
his arms.His right leg took less time
since he was already on his stomach.

Roger was no
longer fastened to any of the walls, yet he couldn’t untie himself in any way
because he couldn’t reach any of the ropes.But at least he was lying down for a change.And that was when she told him to get up and
walk.He tried to turn his head to look
at her.She couldn’t be serious.Obviously she wasn’t!

“I said get up
and walk!”

He flapped his
useless arms and legs a bit.“I can’t!”
he replied.

She laughed.“Yes you can.Get up on your elbows and knees.”

What?Yes, she was definitely crazy.

“Do it!” she
urged.

Trying to brace
himself with his useless arms, he pushed himself backwards while trying to get
up on his knees.And it worked.His head was spinning as he suddenly found
himself up on all fours.

“Now walk!”

Crazy!But he tried to move forward.It took a little trial and error, but he
managed it... just a few hesitant, painful steps on his elbows and knees.

She laughed,
obviously delighted with his situation.“Good!Now come out to the living
room with me.”

To the living
room?Walking like this?Ugh!She left the room, looking back to make sure he was following her.Turning toward the door took some extra
thought, but he quickly got used to moving and finally followed her… slowly and
painfully.

She stayed ahead
of him, looking behind her to watch him all the way down the hallway.It was slow going, but he was following.She laughed once again as she got to the
living room.“Just like a little
doggie,” she proclaimed as he slowly entered the larger space.“Wait a minute!Waite a minute!” she suddenly said.She ran to the bedroom and returned a minute
later, her new cell phone in hand.She
aimed the camera at him.“Okay, keep
walking now.”

Ugh!How embarrassing!But Roger dutifully continued on into the
room as she snapped picture after picture.

“Keep going
around the room,” she said, her eyes never leaving the screen on her
phone.

Roger made it all
the way around the room and then some before she giggled and sat down on the
couch.He stopped and looked at her,
unsure what to do with himself now.

“Can you say ‘arf-arf’ little doggie?”

Roger rolled his
eyes. He wanted to say something far worse than arf-arf, but he dared not.

She was simply
confirming what Roger already knew very well, Carol had a very nasty cruel
streak in her.“Arf-arf,” he said, fed
up with the whole situation.

She looked
disappointed.“Oh, come on!You can do better than that!Now speak little doggie!”

If he didn’t do what
she wanted, then she would only keep after him.“Arf-arf,” he said again, this time with a little more intensity.

Carol wasn’t
really pleased, but at least it was better.“We’re going to have to work on that,” she told him.

Ugh!Roger did his best to act like a little dog
while Carol played with him and coaxed him to degrade himself that way.But a little while later, Roger realized he
had a little problem – or maybe it wasn’t a problem!He had to pee again… and in order to use the
bathroom, she was going to have to release him – at least somewhat if not
completely.“Miss Carol,” he said,
breaking the play cycle since she had told him she only wanted him to bark.

“I told you, you
can only bark!” she yelled.

“But I have to
pee,” he replied quickly before she could do anything he would regret.

That stopped
her.“Oh!”She thought for a moment.“Well, doggies usually go outside.So…”

“But I can’t get
down the steps like this!” he pointed out quickly.

She was momentarily
stopped again as she tried to think of something else.Finally, she let out a small growl of
frustration.“This isn’t working!”

But Carol wasn’t
going to give up that quickly.“There’s
got to be another way!”She quickly
started walking around the apartment looking for a solution – any
solution!As she headed back down the
hallway she stopped and turned back to him.“Well aren’t you going to follow me?Little doggies always follow their owners around.”

Roger wasn’t
happy about it, but if it would get him out of the situation he was in any
faster, then he would do anything.He
slowly began making his way up the hallway behind her.

She looked into every
room, quickly searching everything for a solution, but naturally she found
none.They finally got to the kitchen
and she again looked around.Nothing!Again she let out a growl of
frustration.“There’s got to me
some…”And then her eyes fell on the pot
she had used to melt all the hot wax she had used on him.“Yes!” she declared happily.She grabbed the pot and quickly carried it
over to him.The speed with which she
moved momentarily made Roger fear that she was going to hit him over the head
with the thing!But instead, she got
down on the floor with him and pushed the pot directly under him.

She looked under
him at his now totally bald penis to line the pot directly under it, but his
shriveled penis wasn’t facing straight down.It was facing more toward his stomach.“If you pee now, will it go straight down into the pot?” she asked.

Roger had no idea
where his penis was focused.“I don’t
know,” he admitted.“I can’t see
anything down there.”

“Ugh!” she
growled again.Roger wished she’d just
give up now and untie him.But Carol
simply wouldn’t be denied.Hating having
to touch it, she reached under him and grabbed his little – thingy – and pulled
it so it was facing straight down at the pot under him.“Okay little doggie.Let go now.”

Roger was
stupefied!Why didn’t she just give
up?But her persistence had now foiled
every excuse he could possibly think of.Having no choice anymore, he forced himself to pee right where he was –
still tied up and acting like her little dog!He felt so embarrassed it wasn’t funny.

Carol was
delighted to see how well it was working.“Well, that turned out to be an easy solution,” she said in a very
satisfied voice as she continued to hold onto him lightly so his pee could keep
going in the right direction.But a
moment later, her fingers felt something odd happening to him as she held
him.He was growing a little.Surprised, she looked back under him to see
it again.Yes, it had grown – a little
bit anyway.And that fast, she locked
onto another idea for later.

For the rest of
the afternoon she kept him acting like her little doggie.She knew he hated every minute of it, but she
didn’t care in the least.Carol marveled
at how much fun she was having with him – especially since she could easily see
how humiliated he felt at it and how much he disliked doing it.The way she had him tied up, he could move
all around, yet there was no way at all that he could get loose.In fact…

She decided to
tease him a little more.She quickly
walked around the house checking all the outer doors – making sure they were
closed securely.“I want you to wander
all around the house,” she said to him, “and if you can get outside, then I’ll
untie you completely – right away.”

Her offer sounded great, but he knew it was
completely impossible!He had no way to
open any of the doors.He just looked at
her dumbfounded.

“Go ahead,” she
urged.“Go try and get out little
doggie.”

Knowing it was
completely useless, Roger headed to the front door, but once he got there, it
was closed.The door handle was way
above him.He couldn’t even think about
grabbing it.He heard Carol giggling
behind him.He also heard her snapping
more pictures.

He headed towards
the door leading out to the garage, but that too was closed and he had no way
to open it.

“One more door,”
she said laughingly as she followed him toward the laundry room and the back
door.Roger already knew that it would
be closed, and indeed it was.

“Aw!Poor widdle doggie,” she said, mocking
him.“All the doors are shut and he
can’t get out.”She laughed.It was too easy!And Roger felt nothing but stupid, stupid,
stupid!But what could he do?”

For dinner that
night, she fixed two TV dinners.His she
cut up into bite sized pieces and put it on a plate on the floor for him in his
usual corner while she sat at the table.He tried laying down on his stomach to eat it, but she wouldn’t let him…
threatening to make him pee all over his food and then feed it to him.He had to spread his arms, or as she called
them – his front legs, out to the side in order to get his head down far enough
to eat.He was getting awfully tired of
eating without his hands!

“You’re getting
really good at eating that way,” she said at one point.“Maybe pretty soon, it’ll be natural to you.”

Roger didn’t even
want to contemplate that idea.

Shortly after
dinner, she made him follow her into the guest bathroom.He thought that maybe she would cuff him to
the chain again and then finally untie him, but instead she walked out and
closed the door behind her, leaving him trapped inside.Once again a simple closed door, not even
locked, foiled him.He was starting to
realize just what any dog must feel in similar situations.He laid down on the floor on his stomach to
ease the strain on his hurting elbows and knees.Damn her!She had put him in here and left him helpless.Here… in the bathroom!And now he needed to pee again!And he had no way to use the damn toilet!

Carol had closed
him away purposely… and it had been so incredibly easy.But she didn’t do it for any of the reasons
he might think.She did it because it
was almost time for her mother to call again and she didn’t want him to
hear.

When Janice
finally called her daughter, she could easily hear the delight still in Carol’s
voice.“What’s happening dear?You sound a lot happier than you did this
morning.”

Carol
laughed.“Oh Momma, I’ve been having so
much fun with him.”Carol went to great
lengths to tell her mother everything she did to him and put him through all
afternoon.

Janice listened
carefully and even laughed with Carol over some of it.She was somewhat familiar with the way that
Carol had tied him up, and she knew that it could be very affective.But the thing that Janice found the best was
Carol’s absolute delight over his situation.She decided to file that piece of information away to possibly use at
another time.“And how about making him
put his nasty juice into the container,” Janice finally asked.When are you going to untie him for that?”

Carol was silent
for a moment before she answered.“I was
thinking of doing it without untying him, Momma,” she said softly.

“But dear, he
needs to touch himself to do it.He
can’t do that if he’s tied like you said he is.”

It took Carol
another moment before she answered.“Um…
I was thinking of helping him, Momma.”

This time it was
Janice who didn’t answer right away.“I
see,” she finally said.“Well, you’re
there and I’m not.You just be careful,
you hear?”

“Yes,
Momma.I’ll be very careful.You know I will.”

“Yes, I know you
will, dear,” Janice echoed.“But don’t
leave him like that all night!He’s got
to be in school tomorrow and he’s got to be able to teach – normally!Remember, nobody can know that there’s
anything out of the ordinary going on!”

“I know,
Momma.I know.”

“You chain him
back up in the bathroom again like you did earlier before you leave there.At least he can relieve himself and he can
sleep well enough on the floor.And you…
you make sure you get back to the foster home early!We don’t want anybody asking the wrong
questions!”

“Don’t worry, I
will Momma.I will.”

Roger had almost
fallen asleep when the bathroom door suddenly opened – hitting him in the head
because he hadn’t gotten far enough away from it.

“Come along
little doggie,” she said as soon as he had backed out of the way.Roger followed her out of the bathroom as she
headed towards the kitchen.She went
straight to the refrigerator and pulled out the plastic container she had made
him jerk off into earlier.“It’s time
for your little job again,” she said as she carefully took the lid off.

Roger wasn’t the
least interested in going through that again with her.This morning had been bad enough.But maybe she would finally untie him
now!But he was again shocked as she got
down on the floor next to him and she shoved the dish underneath him.What did she expect, that it would just
automatically drip out of him as if he were simply peeing?He was further shocked when he felt her
fingers gently grabbing him again, and not letting go.

Slowly and gently
she began massaging him with just a few of her fingers.She remembered how long it had taken before,
so she mentally prepared herself to do this for a very long time.She was very surprised when he started to
grow bigger under her fingers almost immediately.She giggled with delight.“I see my little doggie likes this,” she said
as she continued working him.

Roger hated it,
but he couldn’t help it.As helpless as
he was, his body simply couldn’t resist her touch.He somehow felt like his body was betraying
him.And like it or not, the longer she
kept at it, the better it felt.

Carol was amazed
at how big he was growing in her hand.She had to pull it down now so that it stayed aimed at the plastic dish
below.And all the while she worked him,
she kept up her constant little encouragements.“Good doggie.Such a good
doggie.You really like that, don’t you
doggie?That’s my good little
doggie.”Much sooner than she expected
she saw his chest starting to heave.She
looked down.Little bits of his juice were
leaking out of him, dripping straight down into the dish.Realizing that he was close to his climax,
she had one last command for him.“Bark
for me little doggie.Bark like a good
little doggie who likes this.Come on,
bark for me!”

Her words actually
kept him from going over the edge, although he knew it was only prolonging the
inevitable.

When he didn’t
respond, she dug her fingernails in and squeezed cruelly.“Do you need those nasty panties back in your
mouth again to do this?” she asked menacingly.

Roger could
almost taste the foul panties back in his mouth again.“Arf-arf!” he said.He was rewarded as her hand went back to
making him feel good again.

“That’s it,
little doggie, keep barking like a good little doggie now.Let me know how much you like this.”

Roger kept
barking, which made him feel all the more humiliated as she kept bringing him
closer and closer to the edge – till his voice finally locked up and he
couldn’t bark anymore because his body was too busy releasing his load,
straight down into her little container.

“Keep barking my
little pet,” she coaxed.He tried again
and managed to get out a rather prolonged little bark.Then finally, it was over, and he was
exhausted.“Good doggie,” she crooned as
the last of his load dripped down into the dish and his manhood began to
shrivel again.“Good doggie.”

She quickly put
the lid back on the container and stuck it into the refrigerator.Then she seemed to spend an inordinate amount
of time thoroughly scrubbing her hands at the kitchen sink.

Finally she
turned around and looked down at him.You were a good doggie today.We’ll have to remember that for the future.Roger would just as soon forget it –
forever.“Come along, little doggie,”
she said as she headed back up the hallway.

Once again, she
led him into the guest bathroom, but this time as soon as he was in far enough,
he felt her fastening the cuff attached to the chain around his ankle
again.Was she finally going to release
him?He didn’t even dare to hope
anymore.But once his ankle was secure,
she did begin untying him.Once he was
free, mostly, Roger stretched his limbs out luxuriously as he laid on the cold
bathroom floor.It felt so good to move
them again.

“I have to leave
you now,” she said, no longer sounding like she had when she was playing doggie
with him all afternoon.Make sure you
get some sleep tonight.When I come back
tomorrow morning, I expect you to be shaved and showered too.I need you to be the best teacher you can be
at school tomorrow.

The best
teacher?She had to be kidding
again.He hadn’t even thought about
teaching all weekend.In fact, he hadn’t
even had time to put his lesson plans together for next week.Teaching was the last thing on his mind just
then.

A little while
later, he saw the light from the living room going off and the hallway just
outside his door grew much dimmer.He
heard her going out through the garage again, and the house suddenly felt
colder and empty.And even though he was
chained naked to the toilet in the bathroom, he breathed a sigh of relief.

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About Me

For those of you who might remember me, I’m the same Karen who used to have the website My Sissy Rules Fantasy that Yahoo suddenly deleted several years ago. I still miss my website and really hope to have one back again someday, but, well, I guess I procrastinate a lot – plus, I think the internet has been doing a lot of growing lately.
Other than that, what else can I tell you about me? As I said, I’m male. An older male to be exact. One who has wished very hard his entire (and I mean entire) life that he had been born a girl. Seriously! You have no idea how much that aches in me – always.
I’ve always been small and skinny, except recently my stomach has decided it wants to be large and fat (Arrgh!). Oh yeah, I’m also very married to a wonderful woman who knows nothing at all about this side of me… and I intend to work very hard at keeping it that way.
So for me, life is good, and life is bad, and life is worse, and life is horrible, and life is great. But that’s what life is – you take what it hands you and you do the very best you can under the circumstances. And you enjoy what little bits that you can, wherever and however you can manage it.